Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain!
Yvonne Louis, who fell in love with Ian Shaw at first sight, has loved him wholeheartedly. Ian Shaw, the so-called ice-cold prince of Kings University, promised to Yvonne's mom that he would love and care for Yvonne. However, Yvonne was hurt so badly by Ian during their seven years of marriage, and she finally decided to divorce him as her heart died cold. Ian only found himself drowning in regret when she had gone. Will he be able to win her back?
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She Writes While He Breaks
Her pen moves with precision; his breath hitches with hesitation. Two people, one book, zero dialogue—and yet the tension is deafening. She writes love letters to a ghost; he reads them like confessions. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! proves silence can scream louder than any argument. ✍️🕯️
Chandelier vs. Notebook: A Power Play
Crystal droplets hang above him like judgment—elegant, cold, indifferent. Meanwhile, the notebook in his lap holds raw, messy truth. The contrast is brutal: luxury decor vs. emotional decay. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! uses set design as metaphor. He’s trapped in gilded silence. 💎📖
The Walk That Says Everything
They walk side by side but never touch. Her dress flows like hope; his posture screams resignation. That moment she glances back—heartbreak in a micro-expression. No words needed. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! masters visual storytelling: distance speaks louder than vows. 🌿🚶♂️🚶♀️
When the Past Delivers Itself
A man in black hands over a book like it’s evidence. Not a gift. Not an apology. A verdict. The recipient doesn’t thank him—he just stares at the cover like it’s a tombstone. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! turns delivery into drama. One object. Infinite pain. 📦⚖️
The Book That Haunts Him
That worn notebook isn’t just paper—it’s a time capsule of regret. Every page he flips feels like reopening old wounds. The way his fingers tremble? That’s not acting. That’s grief in slow motion. Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain! doesn’t shout its sorrow—it whispers it through yellowed pages and silent tears. 📖💔